(Listen to the poem here) The bottle collectors, the metal detectors, the boarding pass checks, the ID inspection. Past the scanners, the guards, through the frisker-bush hedges The trackers, the scopers, the seven-armed gropers. Then the dumbstunner pistols which make all your electronics electroffics for the duration of your flight. The tattoo inferencer, the Rorschach... Continue Reading →
Three Dogs in Cholula
(Listen to the poem here) There's dozing in the market in Cholula in the afternoon. Apart from that, some dogs. Dog one is trying hard to be a crocodile: in pancake pose under the portico it floats its snout upon the tiles. Dog two is sleeping in the middle of the road. Dog three is... Continue Reading →